At the twilight hour when the palette of Nature is spilt
Over the bosom of the azure canvas overhead
Or the retreating bride of the day leaves footprints
Scarlet and incandescent on the cerulean sandy canopy
When the lotus closes to fall in nocturnal slumber
And the night jasmine and harsinghar wake up
With a sultry, delicious yawn at dusk
When the fingerprints of the breeze glisten
On leaves and petals as pearls of dew
Two souls bonded by the cords of immortal love
Come together in a secluded corner of the world
Away from the prying eyes of the interfering crowds
Their eyes o’erbrimming with sensuality, adoration, passion
Making mute vows of love and adulation on altar of affection
The wind plays the violin of attraction in the background
And the waves of soft caresses kiss their feet on silver sands
Those covered by the silken shower of sublime moonlight
The moths and fireflies hum of honey sweet desire
Dawning stars light up like incandescent promises
And the rising platinum moon on the horizon
Blesses this rendezvous of love with eternal bonding
Hands held together, fingers entwined they walk
Lost in each other, oblivious to the passage of time and tide
Savouring precious togetherness, talking of mutual emotions
Strenghthening the bond of love , a benediction of the heavens…